The Adventures of Tima and Dina

Operation Taco Haikus.

 on the spit,
         pork and pineapple embrace,
         sweet heat fills the air.

Junior is up to no good!

The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the park as Tima strolled along the path, Lilo's leash in hand. Her lively german shepard wagged her tail excitedly, ears bouncing with every step. Suddenly, Lilo froze. Her ears shot up, her body tense as she sniffed the air. “What is it, Mama’s?” Tima asked, slowing her pace and scanning the surroundings. Lilo barked sharply, a single, urgent "Woof!" “Oh my God, Mama’s! We better hurry!” Tima exclaimed, her voice rising with alarm. Gripping the leash tighter, she took off in a sprint, Lilo bounding alongside her. They burst through the front door of their home, Tima panting as she called out, “Junior! What are you up to?” From the kitchen came the sound of rustling—his telltale signature. Tima rounded the corner to find Junior, her mischievous Russian Blue cat, frozen mid-action with his paws hovering over a box of cat treats. His ears drooped in guilt, and his whiskers twitched as his wide eyes met hers. “You have nothing to say, do you?” she asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. “Meooow,” Junior replied, his tone drawn out as if to argue his innocence. From the doorway, Lilo let out a bark, tail wagging as though adding her opinion to the matter. Tima sighed, her stern expression softening into a smile. “You have to get the last word in, don’t you, Lilo?” The german shepard gave a triumphant wag of her tail, her unspoken answer clear.

Is 6am a good time for tacos?

Just as the household was settling, Tima’s phone buzzed on the counter, jolting her from her thoughts. She picked it up, squinting at the screen. “Hell…” she answered, her voice groggy with morning haze. “TIMA!” Dina’s voice boomed so loudly that Tima instinctively pulled the phone away from her ear. “What’s up, Dina?” Tima asked, glancing at the clock. “I just had the best tacos of my life! You have to come down here right now!” Tima groaned, rubbing her eyes. “Right now? Dina, I just woke up. Why are you eating tacos at six in the morning?” “Don’t worry about the small details! Just get down here!” Dina demanded, her enthusiasm contagious even through the phone. Tima sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, I’m on my way, dahling.” After throwing on a pair of oversized sunglasses, Tima climbed into her small car. Adjusting the seat to its highest position and slipping a cushion behind her for extra support, she gripped the wheel. “Let’s do this,” she muttered, stepping on the pedal. The drive was short, and soon she arrived at a small taco stand in a convenience store parking lot. The morning air was cool but carried the promise of Arizona’s sweltering heat. Dina waved her over, already seated with a plate piled high with tacos. “Tima! You’re finally here! I’m already on my sixth taco, but I’m sure you’ll beat me in the next ten minutes.” Tima smirked, her competitive spirit igniting. “They don’t call me the Black Hole of the West for nothing.” The taco stand owner, a cheerful man with a weathered face, greeted her warmly. “Bienvenido! What can I get for you today?” Tima didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take five al pastor, six asada, two pollo, and an horchata to drink.” The man raised an eyebrow, visibly impressed. “That’s a lot. All for you? Can’t be, right? Gotta be some for your boyfriend too?” Tima held up her hand, flashing her wedding ring with pride. “I’m married.” He laughed heartily. “Alright, miss. If you can’t finish it, I’ve got boxes for you to take it home.” As soon as the plate arrived, Tima devoured the tacos with remarkable speed, as if the food were disappearing into an unseen vortex. Dina laughed while the taco stand owner watched in awe. Finally, Tima leaned back and let out a loud burp. Dina grinned, shaking her head. “It never fails to surprise me how someone under five feet can eat that much.” Tima laughed, wiping her mouth. “It’s not always about the size,” she said with a wink. Dina turned red, rolling her eyes. “You’re dirty, Tima!” “And you wouldn’t have me any other way,” Tima shot back, her grin playful.

Hows Mister White Shoes

Dina leaned back in her chair. “How’s your cat, Mister White Shoes, doing?” Tima’s expression softened. “He’s doing better than before, but my poor baby is still sick. Luckily, he’s been eating his food again, and I no longer have to worry about Junior stealing it.” “That’s great to hear! And that damn Junior—he’s always up to no good.” Tima groaned. “Just this morning, he was trying to eat some cookies. I got back just in time before we had another sick kitty on our hands.” Dina laughed. “Classic Junior.” Before Tima could respond, her phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting to concern. “Sorry, Dina, I’ve got to go. My husband’s coming home early from work—he’s not feeling well.” Dina nodded. “Okay! Tell him to take care. Oh, and don’t forget, we’ve got kickball tonight!” Tima smiled. “I won’t forget. See you there!”

The Big Game

Back at home, Tima opened the door just as her husband arrived. His tall frame loomed over her, his face obscured by shadows. She stepped forward, her voice soft with concern. “You’re home.” He nodded silently, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. Tima guided him upstairs, helping him shrug off his backpack. Once in their bedroom, she tucked him into bed with a warm cup of tea on the nightstand. “Rest well,” she whispered, brushing a hand through his hair before leaving him to sleep. Later that evening, Tima and Dina stood off the field at the local kickball park, stretching before their game. “Where’s your husband?” Dina asked, glancing around. “He still wasn’t feeling well, so he stayed in bed,” Tima said, rolling her shoulders. Dina frowned. “Aw, okay. What a bummer!” Tima clapped Dina’s arm with a grin. “It’s okay! Let’s just beat this team!” The game was intense, with the score sitting at 11 to 12 as the final inning approached. With Nick poised at third base, ready to tie the game, Tima and Dina stood as the team’s last hope. “You ready for this?” Dina asked, smirking despite the tension. Tima grinned back, her nerves visible in the slight tremor of her hands. “Always. Let’s make this count.” The whistle blew, and all eyes turned to them. This was their moment.

Victory Tacos

Cheers erupted from the kickball field as Tima’s team celebrated their hard-fought win. Tima and Dina collapsed onto the grass, laughing and gasping for breath. The final score had been 13 to 12, with Tima managing an impressive kick that sent the ball just far enough for Nick to sprint home and secure the victory. “I can’t believe we actually did it!” Dina said, brushing loose strands of hair from her sweaty face. Tima grinned, her chest still heaving. “I told you we’d beat them! Never underestimate the underdogs, baby!” Nick jogged over with a big smile, high-fiving both of them. “That was an epic kick, Tima! We should celebrate!” Dina immediately perked up. “Tacos. We need tacos. Victory tacos!” Tima laughed. “Again with the tacos? Didn’t you already eat a mountain of them this morning?” “Doesn’t matter,” Dina replied, pulling Tima up from the grass. “Tacos are the food of champions.”

It is always a good time for tacos

Minutes later, the group piled into their cars and headed to the same taco stand Dina had raved about earlier. The warm glow of string lights and the lively hum of late-night customers greeted them as they arrived. “Welcome back!” the taco stand owner called out, recognizing Dina and Tima. His eyes widened when he saw their entire team trailing behind. “You brought the whole squad, huh?” “We just won our game,” Dina said, practically bouncing on her heels. “We need tacos to celebrate!” The owner grinned. “Well, then, I’ll make sure they’re extra special. What’ll it be?” Tima didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take five more al pastor, three asada, and a huge horchata.” She glanced at Dina with a smirk. “Try to keep up this time.” “Oh, it’s on,” Dina shot back, placing her own order. The rest of the team joined in, filling tables with plates of tacos, bowls of salsa, and cups of horchata. The atmosphere was electric as they relived the highlights of the game, laughing and cheering all over again. Nick raised his cup. “To Tima! The MVP of the night!” The team cheered, clinking their cups together. Tima blushed but raised her own cup high. “To us! The best damn kickball team in the state!” As the night wore on, the taco stand owner came over with a tray of churros. “On the house,” he said with a wink. “You’ve earned it.” Tima bit into one, her eyes widening. “Oh my God, these are even better than the tacos.” Dina leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. “Nothing beats tacos and churros after a win. We need to make this a tradition.” Tima laughed, licking cinnamon sugar off her fingers. “Deal. But next time, I’m not letting you drag me out of bed for breakfast tacos first.” Dina grinned mischievously. “We’ll see about that.” Under the glow of the lights and surrounded by her team, Tima couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long day, but moments like these made everything worth it.

All My Cats

Cat picture	Name
	White Shoes
	Junior
	Raven
	Doggie
	Kora
	Biggie Smalls

Smartest in order	Most needy	Most Chonky
White Shoes	Junior	Junior
Raven	Doggie	Kora
Junior	Biggie Smalls	Raven
Biggie Smalls	White Shoes	Biggie Smalls
Doggie	Raven	White Shoes
Kora	Kora	Doggie
Source:Le Cat Times

Their Favorite Snacks

1. Sheba Salmon Pate
• Soft and requires minimal chewing
• Soaked in a tick salmon gravy
• Comes in cups!
2. Temptation's Chicken Cat Treats
• Crunchy
• Has a liquid filling!
3. Bonker's Purr Pops
• Crunchy
• Texture is like freezedried icecream
• Comes one a stick!
4. Tuna Churu's
• Thick liquid
• Fun to slurp on, like a yougurt stick!
5. Cat Sip Milk Treat
• Taste like milk
• is safe for cats!